Feathery Compatriots

This week has been full of ups and downs.

I realized what I wanted to do with my life. I want to be a behavioral teacher, something I came to realize when I was left alone at work Thursday. The day went pretty smoothly. It felt great!

Then I found out my babysitter feels like I'm not being fair about the way I pay her ... FROM A THIRD PARTY SOURCE! Really? Can't we all just be adults.

Then I found the perfect present for Matt and I had lunch with my Aunt Jenny. We went to one of my favorite places and I got to play with my baby for a few hours and had a marvelous nap. Then Matt and I went out and upgraded our handheld gaming devices. :) I also got a commission to crochet which was awesome.

Then I was chewed out by another person for missing something or not warning ahead or other some such nonsense that was supposedly "rude". Something that we had previously warned another person about, and was none of this person's business. I then had to suppress the urge to point out that this person has left town for a few days and has not told anyone ... INCLUDING THEIR SIGNIFICANT OTHER when they would be home.

I feel like no one likes me right now. Its really hard not having friends up here. I miss the connections I had with people in Ephraim. I miss feeling like I belonged somewhere, like I did down there.

Most of all, I miss my chickens who's feathery indifference to my problems made them seem like they were easier to handle.

I miss the way they would just cluck at my heels if I cried while filling their water.

I miss how Ariel would peck at my feet if I wasn't moving fast enough.

I miss the way I could sit at my window and here them clucking outside.

I miss yelling at Pacha.

I miss chasing them back into the fence because they managed to find another way to escape.

I miss knowing that I would always have enough eggs to make an omelet.

Those chickens made me look on the bright side of things.

Those chickens were my friends, they were my workers, they were my allies against the world.

And yes, I realize that I'm a crazy chicken lady and that leading a group of chickens into battle would be the total opposite of glorious, but it would make an entertaining story ...

And that is what I need ... an entertaining group of comrades to make weeks like this .. seem easier.